17 Though the fig tree may not blossom,
Nor fruit be on the vines;
Though the labor of the olive may fail,
And the fields yield no food;
Though the flock may be cut off from the fold,
And there be no herd in the stalls—
18 Yet I will frejoice in the Lord,
I will joy in the God of my salvation.
19 4The Lord God is my strength;
He will make my feet like gdeer’s feet,
And He will make me hwalk on my high hills.
To the Chief Musician. With my stringed instruments.